Third.
| This week has been eventful for the lot of you, if a bit political for some; another resistance meeting, petitions everywhere, group dinners, and the new addition of a bunch of chickens to the group have ensured that at the very least, you've all had reason to keep busy. Of course, there's still that incentive to keep in mind, as well as the fact that there's been a murder every Friday since everyone arrived. Either way, the clock chimes in the morning, as it always does; the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock themselves, and all seems quiet. Thankfully, today the ballroom is blessedly corpse-free, as is the rest of the first floor. Maybe it would be good to move upstairs, though, just to make sure the rest of the Academy is likewise. >Explore? |

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S-so it must've been important to her... d'you think she stepped on it on accident or something? Maybe she was crying because she broke it? [Of course saying this before knowing it's supposed to be Ashely]
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. . . Yeah, I dunno. Ashley didn't strike me as much of a Barbie dress-up girl.
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...i-im-hoe? What? [What the fuck is that even, Tabby..]
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In my honest - or humble, if you're into that - opinion. I-M-H-O. Imhoe.
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I always read that as I-M-H-O. Y'know, with the letters separately read outloud?
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[SHRUG.]
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Y-you know, my sister had a phase where she did that. She - she said stuff like "lawl" at the end of sentences and it got r-really annoying. [He pinned Ashley for the type to do that at first, but he was definitely wrong there.]